I’m starting to think I have actual magic powers. Or maybe wish-granting plank. Point is, this just doesn’t happen on one’s ordinary, run-of-the-mill luck. Atleast, not to me.

Ok, so I know, plenty of you folk have met cast members, but this still feels tell-worthy because a) random circumstances, not at a convention b) the- the random ness of it! And- gah! Y’know? Ok, so I’ve alienated half of you- bear with me, im just excited is all.

So, background: I’m from Madison, WI, and I was in LA (from last Tuesday ‘till today, Sunday) to visit an uncle.

On Thursday we went to the Universal park where, oh yes, there was the mule. I seem to recall someone posted pics a while back, but it’s moved since then, so I’ll post mine in a bit.

Ok, so we get back from the park, I’m pretty much in a state of joy and contentment, perfectly willing to endure the evening’s entertainment- a classical music concert in the Hollywood bowl, something I had no particular interest in.

On the way up to the bowl, my dad asks me which of the cast I’d want to see, and I say Summer, without hesitation.

So were at the bowl, our seats are way up at the top and at the far left side. So I’m looking around, and- say, that woman looks awefully like summer…. Nah, it can’t be. But wait, we are in Hollywood and all… and she lives in, what, Burbank?

So of course, I spend the first half of the concert switching back and forth between two lines of thought:
1) Is It Her? (accompanied of course by both frequent glances over my shoulder, and much would-be ‘logical thinking’; i.e., is it reasonable that she would be here, would summer be wearing those cloths, would summer have her hair like that, etc)

2) What Would Happen If It Was? Which of course I came up with no reasonable answers to, as most thoughtpaths quickly digressed into fantasy-relm… ahhh, fantasy relm…

to give you an idea, heres a link to a pic which has the woman in question in the top right (white dress). Looks familiar, yes?

*

type the URL w/out the stars; I don’t want to post it hear ‘cause its too big, and I don’t want to resize it ‘cause then its hard to tell.

aaaanyway, at intermission, my dad, to my horror, goes to find out by taking a quick walk past her general area; he later tells me that he DIDN’T think it was her. but, before he gets back, SHE gets up to go to the bathroom, and walks RIGHT by- not more then a foot or two away.

So I say: s-summer?

She turns: yes?

At which point my brain pretty much shut down to the “fire bad. Tree pretty. Summer pretty” level;

fortunately, no one told my mouth, which had the presence of mind to ask if maybe I could have a picture? She says yes, I go and fumble in my mom’s purse for the camera; when I’ve got it, she has come back up the steps to stand at the top of our set of seats.

Sooo, I go to take it, and she says something like “don’t you want to be in the picture with me?”

<=== I mean, how ‘bout that!?!?! Just offeren’ herself up like that. So I go stand next to her… and she takes a step closer, and puts her arm around me

ladys and menfolk, I’ve just died of pure and overwhelming joy. I went to cloud nine and didn’t come back till- actually, I’ still there, we’ll see if I ever get down.

So my dad gets off a couple pictures, before she-

-stays to chat. I mean, not all intermission or anything (she was on the way to the bathroom), but a good couple of minutes. Asked my name and where I was from and all (oh! Oh! And she said she liked my name! Ok, so maybe she tells everyone that… but probably not! Shiny, no?).
and we talk a bit about what she’s got commin up. Best 5 or 10 minutes of my life.

y’know how everyone comes back from conventions talking about how nice summer is? It’s the case; she’s just GREAT. I mean, c’mon, how many actresses would so willingly take a picture with you and stay around to chat and all? She’s simply the very best.

Oh, yes, and after she went away and then back up to her seat, I realized that if I wanted and autograph, now was the time; so up I go to her seat, and a few minutes later back down I come with a new prized possession- a shiny little note with my name and everything.

Just think about it; I go to LA for 4 days (not counting flying in and out), and I just happen to run into the person who is absolutely my number one top choice of people I want to see. WHAT are the chances?

All FIREFLY graphics and photos on this page are copyright 2002-2012 Mutant Enemy, Inc., Universal Pictures, and 20th Century Fox.
All other graphics and texts are copyright of the contributors to this website.
This website IS NOT affiliated with the Official Firefly Site, Mutant Enemy, Inc., or 20th Century Fox.